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Skye was reading The Witch of Blackbird Pond in the meanwhile after an hour of boredom, when Robin stirred from his nap on the rug. His stupid squirrel tugged on Skye's book, and she looked up from it and scowled at the squirrel. "I'll find a maid's bucket and drown you in dirty mop water, squirrel." She threatened. The squirrel's long, bushy tail flicked. Skye's eyes narrowed. She folded the corner of the page in her book, and closed it swiftly. The squirrel rested on her knee innocently.
Skye's book slammed on the squirrel's tail, making it's ears perk up in alarm. Robin grabbed it and yanked it out from under the book's grip. "Don't hurt my squirrel." He hissed, and stood up. "Whatever." Skye grumbled with a cold, straight face.

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draco grumbled in his sleep and drowsily opened his good eye.
''shut up and quit your fighting... i'm trying to sleep.....!'' he said in an irritated sounding tone of voice and went back to sleep, putting the cold washcloth over his face again.
alex had fallen asleep in the chair with her leg's hanging over one of the arm's of the chair snoring soundly.
jack was already back in his room listening to music almost a bit too loud and that's when draco really started getting ticked.
maxwell somehow came out of his room and walked over to where alex was, covering her ear's.
''might want to cover your ear's guy's....'' he warned, pointing to the noise reduction headphone's on his head ad looked over at draco.
''jack would you turn that freaking radio off!!! i'm trying to sleep!!'' he yelled really loud.

A week after confusion, noise, and annoyance...
Exceptionally far from the safe-house (although it wasn't all that ''safe'', and very torturous to the ears) on top of a hill, Skye lied on her back and waited for the yelling and the arguing and the screaming the safe house to end. No, scratch that. Skye though with a grumble. The arguing there would never end, but it would tone down for an occasional time. A brown-haired Fantasy walked to the hill and sat down next to her, his face grim and annoyed. The squirrel wasn't trailing behind him like always.
"Are you here to argue with me?" Skye grumbled at Robin, her head slumping back down into the soft grass. "No, not this time. I just need some peace." Robin replied hoarsely, his hands behind his head as he lay down on the hill. "Or, at least, as much as I can get." He added in a bit of a murmur. "Me too." Skye said, and a silence hung in the air.

After about fifteen minutes both of them couldn't stand the silence. "Hey Skye, I have a question." Robin's head turned towards her. "Mhm?" Skye murmured. "Have you ever wanted to be an actor?" Robin asked curiously. Skye hesitated, and got of her back to sit criss-cross. "I used to cat-walk when I was bored, does that count?" She looked at Robin.
"Show me the walk!" Robin propped off his back.
"No way!"
"Someday?"
"Probably not."
Robin grinned, but Skye crossed her arms. "There's a probably in there, so--" Skye glared at him. "How about never?" She corrected herself. Robin's hands cupped Skye's cheeks in a quick, swift motion and he kissed her lightly. Skye felt her head go faint and the flush crawl up from her neck, but didn't move at all. Eventually he broke away from her. "I just had to do that once." Robin said softly.
Skye slapped him, but pecked him on the cheek after that. "This week has been so confusing," she sighed, and stood up from the hill. She walked away from Robin and back to the wretched safe house.

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alex had been asleep in the same chair ever sense the fighting had started, but draco on the other hand retreated to one of the bedroom's for peace and quiet.
in the hallway in front of jack's room was a broken radio smashed into pieces, wire's sticking out everywhere and plastic shard's scattered across the floor.
maxwell was kind enough to leave a note on the pile of the broken radio reading, ''please sweap up plastic shard's and radio, draco smashed it and is being stubborn'' could be read.
a light bit of smoke came from the kitchen where brandon and maxwell were.

Skye slumped in a free armchair and enjoyed the quiet. Almost immediately Robin entered the room and fell asleep on the floor. Geez, there's something wrong with that idiot.

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maxwell's head popped out of the kitchen doorway and cleared his throat.
''dinner's almost ready, get robin off the floor and wake him up, then go wash up alright? no excuse's and no back talk'' he said and disappeared into the kitchen, talking to brandon to go and do the same as the other's.
alex slowly woke up yawning and stretching.
''i heard something about food...'' she mumbled.

Skye wasn't in the mood for excuses and back talk anyways. Robin lay out cold on the carpet, so she kicked her foot into his stomach. He woke up with a groan, and sat up to glare intimidatingly at Skye. "Food." She said, and his gaze looked away from hers as he got to his feet.

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alex rolled out of the chair landing on her side, wincing slightly.
''i'll go wake draco up'' she said, getting up and heading to the room he was in.

Silently Robin watched as Alex went away, his dark hair in his face and the left side standing straight up. Skye's luminous eyes glanced at him. "You look stupid like that." She said with an icy tone, and walked away. Well you look stupid with lint all over your face. He retorted in his mind, deciding not to tell Skye about the lint covering her face and clothes. Robin turned to his naughty squirrel.
"C'mon, you annoying pest. Food." He said out loud, flicking the squirrel's soft ear lightly. 'Well thanks for being nice. You know, your more like an older brother than an owner...' The squirrel replied in his mind. 'I'll call you bro from now on.' His brother/pet climbed onto his shoulder as Robin walked into the kitchen. There, in the empty kitchen, was a man with a knife.

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(maxwell is the one cooking.... lol, also skip cause i keep almost falling asleep)

(No I mean there's a stranger with a knife in the doorway that nobody seemed to notice XD)

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(mkay then.... where's brandon anyway? maxwell had told him to go wash up while maxwell is still in the kitchen)

maxwell was laying on his side on the floor coughing up blood, his hand tightly cluched over a stab wound on his chest.

[Well I wasn't going for that approach, but since you've already typed it in...]

Skye was munching on bread when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to Robin, who pointed at the doorway. She turned to the doorway. There was a man, over Maxwell and holding a blood knife. "Holy crap!" She hissed in surprise. Robin's hand clamped over her mouth, but it was a bit too late. The man turned, his fedora a bit tilted so Skye couldn't see his forehead. There was a scar over his left eye, and immediately Skye knew who it was. "Seriously, Dad?!" She snapped, chucking a nearby fork at her father.

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(you didn't exactly describe what he was doing..! so i just asumed he was a bad guy and with maxwell being in the kitchen still o-o......)

jack, draco and alex all came skidding to a stop next to robin and skye staring at the man standing over maxwell.
jack's gaze turned murderous as he swiftly ran at the intruder, kneed him in the stomach and grabbed the knife out of his hand, grabbing his shirt collar and pinning him to the counter, the knife held to his neck.
''your going to pay for hurting my little brother!'' he yelled, his dark amber eye's blazing in murderous rage.
jack was about twenty-four year's old, so he had the strength to knock the guy out if he wanted too.
draco ran over grabbing maxwell carefully by the arm's and dragging him back out of the kitchen into the hallway, checking the stab wound on his chest.

Skye's father grinned evilly, making her shudder. His clenched fist slammed into Jack's stomach, a burst of shadow-y flames engulfing around his fist. Dark flames were sort of like poison; from Skye's experience they hurt pretty badly. Robin looked at her suspiciously as she got up, and opened a drawer that contained cooking items. Her father glanced at her.
"A little help here, child?" He hissed. She didn't reply as she pulled out a packet of matches from the drawer, and slid the red tip of the wooden match against the side of the box to make it light on fire. Swiftly she pushed the match against her father's jacket and he lit on fire. Skye turned to Jack. "Go ahead and kill him." She said, and walked back to the table.

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jack held his stomach growling, the murderous look just growing.
''with pleasure...!'' he grumbled and stood up straight, spinning the knife in his hand and sinking the blade into the side of skye's father's neck.
alex just stood where she was, eye's wide and jaw gaped.
''jack you and maxwell both need to go to the doctor's, your both injured!'' draco yelled, trying to help keep preasure on the wound maxwell had.
''don't think i know that?!'' jack yelled back.

Skye glared at Draco. "You idiot! What the heck are we going to tell the doctor if we even have the money? ''Oh, this phsco was in our house and he was holding a knife.'' And then the doctor will probably go to the police, and we'll say that we killed him! Good riddance!" She hissed. On the floor, her father was still barely alive. "Skye..." He groaned. She glared at him. "Don't speak to me, father!" She snapped.

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''then what else are we even going to do!?'' jack and draco both yelled in sync.
maxwell moaned and looked up over at skye.
''you got.. any better idea's then....?'' he asked.
alex ran to where her baseball bat was and rummaged through her backpack for some supplies.

Skye rummaged in the burnt pockets of her father's jacket, but only found a small can of drugs. "So you don't have any healing supplies in a freaking safe house?" Robin growled.

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''are you crazy..? their upstairs ina supply closet, go look in there'' jack said, clutching his stomach again.
draco sighed and looked over to where alex was, wondering what she was doing.